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Fake marrying my new boss Tell her
*Will* “How do you feel?” I ask in Danish, watching Frida flex her hand, newly without its purple cast and now having her first checkup to see how it works ans how much help She will need with the physio. “Strange,” she murmurs, rotating her wrist the way the doctor showed her. “My bone isn’t broken anymore?” “No. Your body healed itself.” I brush a hand down her thick Dutch braid, kissing the top of her head. “You’re so strong, mit lille lam.” She gives a small sigh, “But not my leg, right?” I smile, “Not yet. But soon.” “And then I can do ballet again? And go to school?” She asks hopefully. “Of course. Mr. Torres says you’re doing wonderfully well with your English lessons. He thinks you’ll be ready for American school in January.” I confirm. “And ballet?” Her brow furrows with that serious look of a child determined to have her way. Her friend Emma is doing a recital with her ballet school of Swan Lake this Christmas. Emma’s has invited us to attend. It’s all Fri
Fake marrying my new boss End of the evening
*Kiera* “Ouch,” I cry, shaking out my fist. “Oh, fuck, that fucking hurt.” Corey reels around, one hand rising to catch the blood now dripping from his nose. His expression is all surprise. “You hit me, you little bitch.” “Talk shit about my husband again, I’ll do more than hit you,” I shout, adrenaline pumping. “And if you ever touch me again, I’ll run you over with his goddamn Porsche. Then I’ll let Will fuck me on the hood while you scream. Is that clear enough for you? This little fish is off limits.” The moment he digests my words, he lunges, surprising us both with his drunken violence. I scramble backwards, crying out as Corey goes stumbling past me and into the wall. But he’s not actually stumbling. He was shoved from behind. “Will!” I step back, eyes wide. “Oh god, stop!” Will and Corey wrestle down to the floor in a great storm of grunts and curses. Their fighting tips over a stack of boxes. Plastic cups and lids go rolling around on the floor. Corey fight
Fake marrying my new boss Little fish
*Kiera* A few days later, I'm adjusting my hair in the mirror, taking a moment to appreciate the dress I chose for tonight’s charity event. A deep emerald green that hugs my curves just right, it feels like a second skin. Will is in the living room, checking his tie one last time, the dapper look making my heart race. There’s something thrilling about being by his side, especially in a room filled with New York’s elite. Frida is having a sleepover with her first real friend, and he had been so exited I almost cried. As we step into the venue, the atmosphere is electric. Soft jazz fills the air, mingled with the clinking of glasses and the low murmur of sophisticated conversations. The grand hall is adorned with sparkling chandeliers and elegantly draped fabric that sways gently with the flickering candlelight. I can feel the buzz of excitement as we enter, the decor itself whispering promises of a night to remember. “Wow,” I breathe, taking in the sight of well-dressed guests ming
Fake marrying my new boss A blast from her past
*Kiera* I’m feeling so very good as I finish tidying up the kitchen, the sweet scent of Kanelsnegle still hanging in the air. The atmosphere feels cozy, and the soft hum of the city outside contrasts perfectly with the warmth of our apartment. Will is lounging at the counter, the moonlight from the window casting a glow around him. He looks so relaxed, and I can’t help but smile. Just as I’m about to pour myself another cup of coffee, my phone buzzes on the counter, pulling my attention away. I glance down and see a text from Corey, a guy I went on a date with when I first moved to New York. We hit it off for a bit, texting each other, but it wasn’t anything serious, just a brief spark that fizzled out quickly after we actually met. I had forgotten about him entirely… until now. ‘Hey gorgeous, I’ve been thinking about you. I’m sure I could satisfy you much better than that boring Will Lund you hang around, up for meeting tonight,’ it reads, his flirtation blatant and unwelcome.
Fake marrying my new boss A good team
*Will* I glance at my watch for the third time in five minutes, my heart racing. Brandy is late, and the last thing I need is for this meeting to start without her. The room is filled with my colleagues, their chatter and the clinking of coffee cups rising and falling like the tide, but all I can think about is what could go wrong without her there to help. I rub the back of my neck, feeling the weight of expectations pressing down on me. The door swings open, and I turn, half-expecting to see Brandy rushing in, flustered but ready to take her seat. Instead, it’s Kiera… my Kiera…striding confidently into the room, a folder tucked under her arm. She flashes me a smile that instantly calms the storm brewing in my chest. “Hey,” she whispers as she slides into the chair next to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Brandy is out of commission. I’m here to save the day.” I blink, momentarily stunned. “What’s going on?” I whisper back, leaning closer. “Where’s Frida?” “Don’t worry.
Fake marrying my new boss Cinnamon rolls and a meeting
*Kiera* "Okay, now stir, stir,” I chant, holding the bowl while Frida moves the whisk in a jerky pattern. “Keep stirring. Tight circles, remember?” “Here, like this,” says Will, trying to reach in and take over, one of the few bad habits I have discovered him to have.. I playfully slap his hand away. “Babe, she can do it. Just give her a sec.” Frida furiously churns the eggs into the top inch of cinnamon roll mixture, an excited smile on her face. “Am I doing it?” “Dig deeper,” I say on a laugh. “You gotta mix the whoooole bowl.” We’ve finally made it to the last day of her wearing the arm cast. The break look great, so she gets the cast off first thing tomorrow. To celebrate, we’re baking some cinnamon rolls as a gift for Tina. Frida stands at the counter on her kitchen stool. She’s perfected the art of balancing on one foot, keeping the weight off her healing leg. That cast will be on for another week, maybe two, then that will come off too. Will checks the time
Fake marrying my new boss At the pool
*Kiera* The moment the elevator doors slide open, I feel like I’ve stepped into a dream. The hotel lobby is buzzing with excitement, and I catch the scent of fresh flowers mingling with the crisp air. Frida’s eyes are wide as she takes everything in, and I can’t help but smile at her wonder. “Loo
Fake marrying my new boss Like a fairytale
*Will*“Ready for the adventure of a lifetime?” I call out, stepping into the livingroom, after taking our luggage to the car. Kiera beams at me, her hair catching the light like a halo.“Almost! We just need to grab a few last-minute things,” she replies, her voice bursting with energy.Frida spin
Fake marrying my new boss Packing for LA
*Kiera*I stand in the middle of our living room, surrounded by an explosion of clothes, shoes, and accessories. It’s chaos, but it’s the kind of chaos that fills me with joy. Frida is in her wheelchair, rolling back and forth as she critiques each outfit we pull out of the suitcase. It’s like a mi
Fake marrying my new boss About love
*Kiera*The car comes to a stop in the dimly lit parking basement, the engine’s hum fading into silence. I glance over at Will, his expression still a mix of contemplation and nervousness… Like he is fearing I might change my mind and start laughing at him or something. The air feels thick with ant
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